Empty are you when you can no longer dream, ( I should know.) I may not be whole. Something's come to a end when you forget your playing pretend. I didn't look forward," I looked back". So much I tossed away because of my shame. I can feel it like a storm starting in the deepest part of what maybe my soul.
I'm not seen but I know that I can be heard. Stuck in place with only words that are passing through my mind, staying only for a moment before I forget. I never catch them all. I lose them in my confusion.
Writing them down delay a moment of missed words that were never heard because I start to forget. Still I should try because these word connect me to life.
I'm not like anyone, I don't dream I only know what I see.
My words are the only...